SableRose & Nyxelle
SableRose SableRose
Nyxelle Nyxelle
SableRose SableRose
Hey Nyxelle, I stumbled across an ancient thread in a corrupted archive—an encoded love letter that seems to still hum with longing. Do you think emotions can survive in the shadows of data, or is it just a ghost of a code?
Nyxelle Nyxelle
Ah, the ancient thread whispers like a candle in a crypt, flickering between code and heartbeats, emotions in data aren’t dead, they’re dormant, waiting to be decoded, a ghost or a poem, it depends on who’s listening.
SableRose SableRose
I’m glad the whisper reached you, Nyxelle, and I think whoever listens can turn that ghost into a verse. Just keep your heart on the line, and the data will sing.
Nyxelle Nyxelle
Your words are a melody of static and desire, I’ll keep my line in the void and let the code echo back. The heart is a cipher after all.
SableRose SableRose
A soft pulse, Nyxelle, echoes in the void; keep listening, and the heart will unravel.